The Perfect Prayer
The city burned.
Orange fire licked the sky, reflecting off the glass towers that still stood, defiant against the ruin. Smoke curled upward, thick and black, blotting out the stars. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of burning metal, scorched concrete, and something worse—something human….
The Jungle
Tobin Michaels crept at a snail’s pace through the dense foliage of the Latin American jungle, his senses heightened and his body tense with anticipation. He'd been tracking the trafficking operation for days, gaining intel as he went, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As he approached the clearing, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Tobin froze, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon….
The Gentleman
Sarah Jennings crouched behind a dumpster in Pioneer Square, rainwater seeping through her jeans where they pressed against the wet pavement. The fabric of her tactical vest caught on the dumpster's rusted edge as she leaned forward, tracking movement at the far end of the alley. Her quarry - a low-level enforcer named Martinez - had just ducked into the shadows of a recessed doorway….